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Warning: if you haven’t seen the latest episode of Six Feet Under, and care at all about the plot, stop reading at the last picture.
I hate admitting this, but Saturday afternoon John Irving started losing me. I’ve stalled at p. 654. I got to chapter 34 and felt like I’d rather finish Backyard Leaves.

I only needed to tink two rows and finish the last repeat. Weaving in the ends was simple, if time-consuming, but joining the two halves was fascinatingly frustrating. I abandoned the instructions, loaded the cast-on stitches onto dpn’s in the same order so I picked up the same number of stitches, then bound them off together. And I got this:

My apologies to Franklin for using the bust. My graphic designer husband arranged this and took the photo for me. Geez, you should see the horrors I took. But you won’t.

I tried to get a shot of said husband, but got this:

This was a cool shot. The table’s frosted glass gives a mist effect.
The scarf is cute and I recommend it for someone who’s afraid of lace effects. It looks complicated, but it has a good rhythm, that makes sense once you get into it.

It could be wider though.
I can’t believe they killed off Nate Fisher with three episodes remaining. I thought he’d linger. Will Claire end up with a Republican? Just how guilty can Ruth feel? Is David the epitome of the gay man you hope you’re not? [Wait! I've been asking myself that last question for the last three seasons, the current plotline not withstanding.]